OOM: Leaving Coruscant p1

[darksister]

 It is a rainy day down in the lower levels of Coruscant and Asajj is currently eating at a corner vendor. She sat thinking of several things, most notably how she was going to get off Coruscant now that she no longer had her helmet (her face being quite well know, which was also why she was wearing a cloak with the hood pulled up) and how she was going to get weapons; not blasters, though blasters would be a simple matter to arrange. No, she wanted proper weapons like her lightsabers. Blasters were far to easy a weapon to use. She needed a challenge.

She paused in her thoughts as someone took a seat beside her, someone she knew.

"Just because I helped you once does not make us friends, little padawan." She said without turning, knowing the descriptor was likely barbed.